A sharp pulse thrums in your skull, unseen threads reweaving. Air shimmers at the edges of perception as fractured thoughts realign. Energy pools behind your eyes, coalescing—silent, weightless, waiting—ready to be unleashed once more.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Class | Psion |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).